In the dead of the night I stalk them always in the distance waiting for them…always waiting. I can feel the hunger with in me. I must feed, I need to feed. I see a young woman in the distance walking alone, her soul for my taking. Such a shame, a pretty young woman shouldn't be out this late all alone. I move closer just out of her sight, when I stop. Oh, she isn't alone an older man is hunting her, in the shadows of the nearby woods. Hmmm…what to do, what to do? Should I take the girl's sweet innocent tasty soul or the cruel evil man's bitter soul?
The man approaches the woman; he grabs her and forces her to the woods. She cries out in fear and pain, "Dear God, Help Me!" She screams out. I would laugh if I had a mouth, I am no god in fact I am the opposite. I creep over and watch from the shadows as she sobs…what is this that I feel? Pity, disgust empathy? Why would I feel such things? She is able to scream out again, "GOD…NO!"
The man pulls out a knife and holds it to her throat, "Ain't no one going to save you bitch, now keep quiet or I'll slit your pretty little throat." The knife shines in the moonlight; I feel not the hunger but an unknown anger, a hatred for this man and all like him. As the man loosens his grip on her arm I strike. I rip him off her and drag him back to me and to the darkness. He tries to scream, to slice at me with his knife but I devour him and his wicked soul.
It tastes sour full of evil deeds and desires, not at all what my hunger wants so I look back at the crying woman. How good her soul would taste, how sweet it would be but I leave her this night. She has learned her lesson and I see another lone man coming up the path the same wicked feel around him. And all though I know he will taste just as bitter he will satisfy my hunger…for now.
But again in the night my hunger will come once more, as is my punishment, my curse. To walk the night and consume all I find. But I love to toy with them, my little quarry so I will follow him into the darkness. He acts as if he has no fear, but I know different. He will cry out as they all do and his bitter taste will linger. And while I long for her sweet taste I will not go back to her this may be my hell but I will not make it hers.
I have given you a second chance girl do not waste it, for if I find you once more I will take you, I will devour you and your precious soul…